You see rough and loud monster.
I see a gentle and quiet soul.
You see a monster made from tar and molasses
I see a soul made from the purest silk.
You see a monster who lies.
I see a innocent child, who knows only truth.
You see a darkness that swallows everything.
I see a blinding light that gives.
You smell a monster of rotting flesh.
I smell all the good things in the world.
You see yellow and chipped teeth, a ugly monster.
I see a creature of perfection.
You look at them as if they are worthless.
I see a creature that has worth far greater than yours.
You see a fire that destroys everything.
I see a flame that keeps me warm on a cold night.
Don't judge this "Monster" because you are a monster too.
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The Poetry of a Soul Who Doesn't Know Where They Quite Belong
PoésieAs you read this, i ask that you read this. Don't skim through it, but take a second and read it. To my dear readers, Thank you for reading this poetry book. It means something, no it means everything. Please let me know if you wish for more, Beca...
